"This year, there are simply too many strong contenders,"
"Invitations were extended to SSR Tiger Level from all nine cities of the three nations, plus naval reserve officers, each equipped with SSR modules and secret techniques."
"This year, it seems like a battle of gods."
As these words were spoken, many were shocked.
They even recognized the speaker as one of Vodka's dark hands, previously ranked within the top 64, a veteran almost-Tiger King.
"Gin, you're not joking, right? Why would so many SSRs attend the Tiger King Conference? What if they advance?"
Gin laughed, "Advancing is good, isn't it? Only in the preliminaries can people die; once we reach the knockout rounds, Angel will ensure our safety."
"If they're disqualified, so be it. Do those SSRs even care about such vain titles?"
Someone said, "But those people, all aiming to reach the Elephant Level, even with a pile of high-grade modules, might not necessarily be a match for people like Wei Lan, right?"
